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.Ribs showed plainly under the skin and the fur was matted.Granny hauled a bucket of cloudy water from the well next to the privy and poured it over its head.Then she sat down on a tree stump and watched it carefully.A few birds sang, high in the branches.'It spoke,' she said.'It tried to say "no".''I wondered about that,' said Nanny.'Then I thought maybe I was imagining things.''No point in imagining anything,' said Granny.'Things are bad enough as they are.'The wolf groaned.Granny handed the frying pan to Nanny Ogg.After a while she said, 'I think I'm going to have a look inside its head.'Nanny Ogg shook her head.'I wouldn't do that, if I was you.''I'm the one who's me, and I've got to know.Just you stand by with the frying pan.'Nanny shrugged.Granny concentrated.It is very difficult to read a human mind.Most humans arethinking about so many things at any given moment that itis almost impossible to pick out one stream in the flood.Animal minds are different.Far less cluttered.Carnivore minds are easiest of all, especially before meals.Colours don't exist in the mental world, but, if they did, a hungry carnivore mind would be hot and purple and sharp as an arrow.And herbivore minds are simple, too - coiled silver springs, poised for flight.But this wasn't any kind of normal mind.It was two minds.Granny had sometimes picked up the mind of hunters in the forest, when she was sitting quietly of an evening and letting her mind wander.Just occasionally they felt like this, or at least like a faint shadow of this.Just occasionally, when the hunter was about to make a kill, the random streams of thought came together.But this was different.This was the opposite- this was cracked and crippled attempts at cogitation peeling away from the sleek arrowhead of predatory intent.This was a predatory mind trying to think.No wonder it was going mad.She opened her eyes.Nanny Ogg held the frying pan over her head.Her arm trembled.'Well,' she said, 'who's there?''I could do with a glass of water,' said Granny.Natural caution surfaced through the turmoil of her mind.'Only not out of that well, mind you.'Nanny relaxed a little.When a witch started rummaging in someone else's mind, you could never be sure who was coming back.But Granny Weatherwax was the best.Magrat might always be trying to find herself, but Granny didn't even understand the idea of the search.If she couldn't find the way back to her own head, there wasn't a path.'There's that milk in the cottage,' Nanny volunteered.'What colour was it again?''Well.still fairly white.''Okay.'When Nanny Ogg's back was safely turned Granny permitted herself a small shudder.She stared at the wolf, wondering what she could do for it.A normal wolf wouldn't enter a cottage, even if it could open the door.Wolves didn't come near humans at all, except if there were a lot of them and it was the end of a very hard winter.And they didn't do that because they were big and bad and wicked, but because they were wolves.This wolf was trying to be human.There was probably no cure.'Here's your milk,' said Nanny Ogg.Granny reached up and took it without looking.'Someone made this wolf think it was a person,' she said.'They made it think it was a person and then they didn't think any more about it.It happened a few years ago.''How do you know?''I've.got its memories,' said Granny.And instincts, too, she thought.She knew it'd be some days before she'd stop wanting to chase sledges over the snow.'Oh.''It's stuck between species.In its head.''Can we help it?' said Nanny.Granny shook her head.'It's gone on for too long.It's habit now.And it's starving.It can't go one way, it can't go t'other.It can't act like a wolf, and it can't manage being a human.And it can't go on like it is.'She turned to face Nanny for the first time.Nanny took a step back.'You can't imagine how it feels,' she said.'Wandering around for years.Not capable of acting human, and not able to be a wolf.You can't imagine how that feels.''I reckon maybe I can,' said Nanny.'In your face.Maybe I can.Who'd do that to a creature?''I've got my suspicions.'They looked around [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
